Tokyo, Port Area.
On the busy and fashionable street, there is a Chinese style building that does not fit in with the appearance of other shops.
This year is the 20th anniversary of the establishment of Tokyo Knowledgeable Restaurant. It is not easy for a Chinese restaurant to develop to such a scale in such a land.
This is entirely due to the old chef of Liaoranxuan.
But one month ago, the old chef died. Yu Yuemin, his eldest disciple, took over the restaurant.
At the beginning, the diners of Clearair were suspicious of the new chef's ability. However, a month later, the business of Knowledgeable House not only did not decrease, but also increased.
Clear House has a back door, and everyone in the kitchen needs to enter from here.
At this time, Yu Yuemin, dressed in a rich chef's robe, leaned against the wall outside the rear door without expression and quietly looked at the lit cigarette in his hand.
He never smokes, just to commemorate the old chef who has passed away.
When the cigarette went out naturally, Yu Yuemin stood up straight and sighed softly: "Let's start..."
He stood in front of the door, sorting out his expression and trying to make himself laugh.
Until the smile on his face satisfied him, he opened the door and walked into the kitchen with his head held high.
"Yu Yuemin, today's ingredients have arrived. Come and have a look." Yu Yuemin just washed his hands, and a cook wearing the same clothes nearby casually shouted.
Yu Yuemin quickly walked over and sniffed, the smile on his face suddenly weakened by three points: "Goto Guiming, although I just took over Ranxuan, you should know my rules. First, it doesn't matter what you call me after work, but it's working time now, please call me the chef. Second, black truffles are not allowed in my kitchen!"
Goto Guiming said: "Yu... Chef Yu, I saw these black truffles in the morning and they were sent by people because they were of good quality..."
Yu Yuemin was still smiling, but his eyes were a little dissatisfied. He glanced at Goto, turned around, clapped his hands gently, attracted the attention of everyone in the kitchen, and then said quietly:
"Let me stress again! Black truffles are not allowed to appear in my kitchen! I don't want to be robbed of the taste of all the dishes I've made with my heart... If this happens again, the purchasing director should go home and dig for truffles..."
As soon as the words were over, Goto Guiming rushed to Yu Yuemin's side and shouted, "Listen carefully to the chef's words! Today I made a mistake, and I'm deeply sorry for it. I hope you can take this as a warning! Let's work together to make Liaoranxuan even better!"
After saying that, he stepped back, bent down slightly, smiled shyly and said, "You are really the chef. You can both love and fear him for his majesty..."
Hearing this, Yu Yuemin's dissatisfied smile softened a lot.
Seeing this, Goto Guiming bent down a little: "The old chef's decision is really wise. You just know what's there at the first smell, which is much better than your younger martial brother. He is not only inferior to you in ability, but also in temperament..."
"Pa!"
After a crisp sound, Yu Yuemin took out his handkerchief and wiped his hands. "Third, irrelevant people are not allowed to comment on my junior brother. Now you can get out of my kitchen."
At this time, the smile on his face did not disappear, but faded a lot.
As soon as he finished speaking, he put the handkerchief back into his pocket, resumed his bright smile at the beginning, and left directly, completely ignoring Kuiming Goto, who was pleading with him behind him.
No one noticed the bitterness in Yu Yuemin's smile and the last sentence: "I'm not as good as him..."
……
The old man put down his chopsticks, smiled and said to the young man standing in front of the hospital bed, "Can you still feel the joy of cooking?"
……
Liang Jin had just stepped out of the airport when a warm wind blew in his face, pulling him back from his memory.
The salty sea wind, together with the poisonous noon sun, wanted to give the new visitors of the island a break.
As a cook who spends most of his time in the kitchen, Liang Jin is not accustomed to direct sunlight.
Even so, Liang Jin could not help but squint at the sun in the sky.
The dazzling gold reminded him of his master, the old man who would smile no matter what happened.
For Liang Jin, the old man is his sun.
But at this moment, his sun is in the box in his arms.
……
"I haven't tasted happiness in your cooking for a long time. You are too impatient..."
"Your cooking is delicious, but it is just a copy of my practice. There is no sense of happiness and no mark of your own."
"The hotel will be taken care of by your elder martial brother first, and you can go to the place where I used to live to polish it..."
"By the way... scatter my ashes in the sea there..."
……
It was not until a cloud that could not understand the atmosphere covered the sun that Liang Jincai took his eyes back. At this time, his eyes were already pained by the sun.
He took out a hand, rubbed his red and swollen eyes, looked down at the small box, and couldn't help sobbing: "That's why I don't like the sun..."
Time always passes quickly when immersed in memories.
After a while, noon was over, and the scorching sun became milder.
The surrounding area of the airport is quiet, except for the rustling sound of the sea breeze blowing through the leaves, there are only bursts of cicadas.
Liang Jin was still staring at the box in his hand.
He is waiting for someone to pick him up.
After a long time, other sounds finally sounded in the street: a roar of motors came from the corner not far away.
Liang Jin came back to himself and looked up.
A dilapidated pickup truck is turning hard, and the swaying body makes people worry about whether it can complete this "difficult" task.
"Sorry! I'm late!" The man in the driver's seat stretched out half of his body with difficulty, waved hard and shouted.
It was only 300 meters away. The pickup truck dragged for several minutes before it reached Liang Jin.
Before the car stopped steadily, the chubby middle-aged man in the driver's seat could not wait to open the door and jump down.
At the moment when he landed, Liang Jin saw that his fat and pickup truck shook three times at the same time, which might be a tacit understanding.
The fat stopped beating and the pickup just stopped.
Liang Jin stepped back and recognized the person in front of him half a minute later. They met at the funeral of the old chef a month ago. He said politely, "Kawasaki Sang, long time no see. What is this?"
The man called Kawasaki gasped and wiped his sweat: "Sorry, my car broke down on the road, so I had to go home temporarily and drive this pickup truck out."
Before Liang Jin could speak to him, Kawasaki Yihe put Liang Jin's luggage on the shelf of the pickup truck.
Then he smiled and went to the urn Liang Jin was holding: "Uncle, welcome back."
After saying this, Kawasaki sorted out his expression, stepped back, and made three deep bows to the urn with a serious face.
Liang Jin stood still, waiting for Kawasaki to finish his salute: "I have a heart, Kawasaki Sang..."
Kawasaki stood up and stared at Liang Jin for a moment, showing a simple smile: "Don't be so open-minded. I call your master Uncle, so calling me Brother would not hurt you, would you?"
After saying that, Kawasaki got into the driver's seat at a speed totally different from his figure: "Don't be so stunned, get on the bus! Welcome to the island where the birds don't shit."
